(I used to love writing as a child but computers have seemingly taken over my life. This has brought my love of writing back from the dead <img src=\'
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As they sat in the room they noticed it changing. The plaster walls morphed into pieces of wood, the square window looking out into the lush forest changed into, what seemed to be, a rectangular mirror. A bookcase appeared as if out of nowhere. The door faded away, to be replaced with a section of a wooden wall. There was no light in the room anymore, the only source, the window, was now only a mirror.
Suddenly, a light above the table flickered on. They never had a light in the room, or infact, their entire house. Lit by the sun during the day, lit by candles at night. One of the people got up from the table, went to the mirror and tried to look through it. As he put his hands against the mirror he screamed. The most terrified scream a person could make. He was being sucked in to the mirror.
The only other person, a girl, jumped up from the table and tried to pull him out. The force was too strong. The man's feet were the last thing to be dragged into the mirror. The girl, still frantically trying to rescue this man, screamed. And suddenly, with a loud pop the man was gone.
The girl sat down at the table and analyzed what had happened. The room had changed, she didn't know where she was, and the only apparent way out of the room was the mirror. She breathed deeply once, and then fainted on to the table. As she did so, she knocked her head on the hard, wooden surface.
She woke up.
